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Submitted to Contest #24
Day 244 I miss the CAT.  I want to start with that.  I mean, I don't know when you'll get this. If you'll get this. How the hell you get this. I mean I should know that. I should have been briefed on that one.243 days into being awake out here, literal middle of nowhere and everywhere, and just now it occurs to me that I should have been briefed on a lot of this shit.You should have briefed me on that and about what happens when the CAT dies. To start, let me just say, I get it. I do. I really do.You picked...
Submitted to Contest #17
The DinnerMonday, November 25, 201911:20 AM I watched him come down the last slope towards the house. Miranda watched as well. She'd met Joe once, two weeks ago, I think. Watching him, I wasn't sure of the time frame. Time, of late, had become harder to keep a hold of, harder to corral into organized herds.  Joe lumbered closer. This huge man. Aging, yes, but still such an enormous person, like some remnant of a giant coming out of the woods. A beard flopping against his chest, feet the size ...
Submitted to Contest #16
There's only a few more hours. Hours, like weights on her. They hold her down, keep her anchored. They are like shackles. She is bound by them. She needs them even as she strains against them.  They are what she has.What she doesn't know is if they are enough. The day began with out so much ominous thought. The day began without so much blood and drama. Lilly stood in the parking lot at the basin of the mountain and shuffled her feet. She was the only solo traveler. The only single perso...
I live in Maine with a patient husband and an impatient cat.
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